She is parched. Aching, thirsting, empty...but it is nothing new. Desert life is tough, and it becomes no one, least of all Nox. She swims through each hazy day, coughing in the heat, wilting in the sunshine. A desert life is a tough one, a short one. Until he rides through with his glorious caravan, and she follows. The proud banners are colours she's never seen before- royal purple, aristocrat gold, mellow green. Nox will say she does not have a choice, but she does- and she chooses to leave her family, her sister, brother, parents, who will hardly miss another mouth to feed. Still, it's with the thought in mind that she will return. That is the choice refused to her, but she doesn't consider it as she pushes aside her labour and follows. Thirst and all.
another au, i know